Chapter 123: Dante’s Worst Nightmare
Dante woke with a snarl, his wolf clawing beneath his skin.
Something was wrong.
The bond between him and Bella—the golden tether that had always been warm, fierce, alive—
It was flickering.
Unraveling.
Breaking.
"No."
His chest tightened violently, panic roaring through him like a wildfire.
He reached across the bed—but it was empty.
Bella was gone.
Dante threw the sheets back, his bare feet slamming against the cold floor, his heart pounding like war drums.
His wolf was raging.
Protect her. Find her. Stop it.
He stormed out of the room, his breathing sharp, uneven.
Then—
He saw her.
Standing in the center of the clearing.
Barefoot.
Drenched in moonlight.
And covered in blood.
Dante froze.
His heart stopped.
"Bella?"
She turned to face him, her golden-brown eyes flickering black.
A slow, wicked smile curled her lips.
"Hello, my love."